BROWN As brown as the rats scampering in the trenches at night
As brown as the soil that soldiers march along.
As brown as the eyes of the men who left their families to fight in the war.
As brown as the helmets on the crosses of those who died in flander’s field
BROWNAs brown as the rats scampering in the trenches at night
As brown as the soil that soldiers march along.
As brown as the eyes of the men who left their families to fight in the war.
As brown as the helmets on the crosses of those who died in flander’s field
By Elaine Gao